Hello all and welcome! 👻

I had been contemplating starting this community for a while now, and then this morning I thought of a funny/spooky story from when I was younger. One of those stories you just HAVE to share. So here we are... Welcome to The Midnight Society 🕯️

When I was about 19 years old, my boyfriend at the time wanted to move in with me. I wasn't quite ready to fully leave my parents' house yet. I was saving money, and rent was cheap. I brought it up to my parents, and they mentioned that we could rent their unfinished basement for super cheap.

We'd had a flood a year or so earlier, so the carpets had been ripped up and a lot of the walls weren't finished. But there was a bedroom, a laundry room, a full bathroom, and we had access to the kitchen upstairs. It was a deal. And I still had my parents close by.

My boyfriend agreed, and we moved in.

Now, I should mention that this house was considered quite old for where I'm from, and we definitely knew it was haunted. I can share some of those stories at a later date.

But when I was about 16, my dad was replacing the washer and dryer in the laundry room when he found a Ouija board planchette.

My father, being a very Christian man, immediately snapped the planchette in half and threw it in the garbage.

Fast forward three years.

My boyfriend and I were living in the basement, and all was well. Nothing particularly out of the ordinary happened. The only things that really went bump in the night were the massive spiders.

Until one night.

My boyfriend woke up and realized I was missing from the bed. He lay there for a few minutes, assuming I was using the washroom. After a little while, he started wondering where I'd gone. He hadn't heard the toilet flush or the water running, and there really wasn't anywhere else to go in an unfinished basement.

He got out of bed and checked the washroom.

I wasn't there.

Then he heard rustling coming from the laundry room.

When he looked inside, he could just make out the faint outline of me sitting on the floor in front of the dryer.

He flicked on the light.

I had both arms inside the dryer, tossing around the laundry that was still in there.

He asked me what I was doing.

I didn't answer.

He stood there watching me for another moment. My eyes were open, and I just kept turning the laundry over and over again.

He asked me again what I was doing.

This time, I looked him dead in the eyes and said,

"I'm looking for him."

So he asked, "Who's him?"

I turned back toward the dryer and, almost in a whisper/growl, said,

"Him."

He managed to pull me away from the dryer and get me back into bed. Understandably creeped out, he lay beside me but couldn't fall back asleep.

A few minutes passed.

I got out of bed again.

This time, I went into the bathroom. He waited, but once again, I didn't come back.

Eventually, he got up and noticed that the bathroom light wasn't on. He walked over to the door anyway and flicked on the light.

I was standing in front of the mirror.

Just staring at myself.

In the dark...

He took me back to bed again, and thankfully, that was the last time I got up that night 😅

I'd only had one other sleepwalking incident before this, and it was pretty harmless. My mom found me in front of the fridge, and apparently I told her I was "shopping."

My little sister sleepwalked a lot in that house, too. There was always something unsettling about it.

But here's the part that has always stuck with me:

After we moved out of that house, I never sleepwalked again. Neither did my little sister.

I still don't know who I was looking for that night. I don't know if it had anything to do with the broken planchette my dad found in that exact same laundry room three years earlier, or if I was simply sleepwalking and my brain came up with something incredibly creepy.

But I still wonder sometimes...

Who was "him"?